[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Constellation

As Weaselshade suggested Clearkit to be the name of their youngest, Thea moved her muzzle, lightly grazing her smallest offspring, with a wet, soft lick. Clearkit it was. The youngest was name, so the new mother moved her head to her second eldest. The smallest duplicate of her father. This made Thea glanced briefly towards Weaselshade before gazing down at her first daughter. A smirk etched onto her creamy face. "Silouettekit." She announced. The name was odd, yet it was unique. It wasn't one of those simple clan cat's name, but instead had a bit of flavor that made this piece of treasure an honorable addition. "Because she looks like you." The only one who really looked like him, and therefore would be named after him because why not? Thea believed that the Tom before her would step up to be a father to him, given the chance. Since she wasn't very emotional lately (which became a terrible trait during her pregnancy) the queen wasn't quick to judge her companion like many times before. "Like a little...shadow. Only Silouette has more of a ring to it. Do you like that?" Though Silouettekit had more of a lighter pelt than her father, perhaps Thea's creamy fur mixed into that, the small kit had recognizable features that her father inherit. After naming her, Thea excitedly turned to her eldest kit, who was certainly giving his sisters a lot of mischief, a lick on the head. This seldom calmed him down, and instead he flailed around more. Thea rolled her crystal blue eyes, leaning her muzzle down to gingerly touch his head - he whined. He protested. This made Thea giggle softly. "Well, if this definitely isn't your son, then I don't know who is." She joked, finding her own eldest to be the utmost troublesome and annoying kit nursing. "But, he's certainly not a Weasel." She stated, softly, shaking her head as she put a thoughtful expression on her maw. This little guy was far from being a weasel. Where weasels were annoying, more sneaky, this one nursing at her belly seemed like he didn't have to sneak around to cause trouble. This little guy appeared that he wanted to get caught when he did things he had no business doing. Thea calmly stared at her oldest, her only son, as he squirmed around. She seen Silouettekit pushed onto her brother, clearly dissatisfied at his actions. Thea analyzed the pelt color of her oldest. He had her creamy texture, but his fur was much darker than hers, mixing in with Weaselshade's dark shaded pelt. It didn't remind her of a Weasel, not even a ferret. More so, it reminded her of a...raccoon. Truth be told, Thea naturally named him after the rebellious animal because, firstly, Raccoons were tough. And, annoying. Just like a weasel. So, all in all, she deemed his name to be Raccoonkit. "Let's name this big guy Raccoonkit." She purred. "Just because his pelt coloring takes on that dark brown appearance like one." She lied. She wasn't naming the kit because of his appearance. She was naming him such because if he was Weaselshade's son, he was bound to be annoying, right? Besides, Thea didn't find that she needed to tell the real reason why she named her kit that. The troubled kit was already pushing her buttons the way he treated his sisters and whine - constantly, all the time.

Now, given his name, which seemed to fit well, the Tom kit continued to squirm around. When he felt another matter push him, Raccoonkit retaliated, rolling over on purpose as to suffocate the other small feline. It was his way of warning the other: back off...of course, Raccoonkit wasn't on top of the fluffy kit much longer because he felt himself getting picked him, albeit gently, and laying back onto the mossy nest. Perhaps, where he was laying before. His whines settled down, and he happily latched onto his mother's milk, kneading her stomach, which brought discomfort to her. Though as he grows older, others would learn that his greediness for food...and other things...would never be satiated.

The now-named Clearkit seemed to perk up at her name, though she couldn't hear it, being newborn and all. Her pelt fluffed and she squeaked, a tiny purr vibrating from her as she rested her head on her paws, her tail flicked and she slowly drifted to sleep, aware of the two kits next to her still fighting over..something. Her eyelids drooped and she let the warmth of her mother lure her to sleep.